A/N: I thought it was time to do a story about one of my favorite comic book antiheros, Yep your right Jason Todd! This is him from the start to the end to the new start. If you know what I mean. Now be warned this isn't Dick, Tim or whoever its Jason, so if you can't handle the blood and cussing, and murder and everything Jason is this story may not be for you. Those who are actually reading this author note I tip my hat to you and those who will continue through the hardship of Jason Todd the second Robin Please Read and Review and I`ll post as soon as I can. PEACE! – ComicsGeek102
The cold wind hit his face like knifes on butter, it sent the chill threw his spine and Jason sighed. Gotham was cold place; in more ways than one... you had to do what you had to do to survive. Thats what he was doing now. Jason pushed open the window he had just unlocked and pulled the red mask over his head as he stepped inside the rusty apartment.
He friend James was right behind him, also wearing the same red ski mask as him. This wasn't his first break in. Believe it or not he was only twelve, but he wasn't going to spend the rest of his life in that god for shaken piss hole his parents called home. His Dad taught him how to break locks, run and hide, he only needed to know the first one, he wasn't a coward, but if he wasn't supposed to do this, take what he could, then why teach him anything?
He left his friend in the dark living room and started towards the bedroom, there were two beds. Light from the old yellowing street lamps outside flooded the room with enough light to see the people in the bed were at least in their eighties. Jason bit his lip tightly as he walked over to the dresser and started to shuffle threw it quietly. He never hurt anyone, not physically, if that mattered.
He found what he was looking for. His gloved hand pulled out a small box, when he opened it, he found five hundred dollars and a few old keys, a note book and a necklace. He took the necklace and money and put the box back carefully. Now that he had what he wanted, each step towards the door seemed even louder than when he had come in.
When he entered the living room again he found James pulling the T.V out the window with a huge amount of effort, he was bigger and older than Jason but weaker and skinnier so he must be desperate for the money to risk being seen with that.
He followed out the window and onto the fire escape and pulled the money from his pocket, "Cha ching!" he snickered, as the cold Gatham air hit him again.
"Sweet! Wanna get some thin` to eat with that?" James grunted as he put the T.V down and pulled his mask off.
"Don't mind if I do!" Jason nodded, pulling off his own mask. James grinned, "What, your mom suck at cooking?"
Jason swallowed, he didn't like talking about personal matters, especially his mom and Dad. They were sore spots, "No, she just doesn't cook." He said stuffing the money back in his pocket. They made their way to a pawn shop only a few blocks away. The man was reluctant about giving use any money seeing as how they stole the T.V and he knew it but gave up the money anyways. They were now headed to a local restaurant just down the road.
"So, you goin` home after this or you staying out like usual?" James asked, Jason shrugged, again he didn't like talking but he did, "probably head home, my Mom will be asleep and Dad will still be at work, or whatever the hell he does."
"Same." James nodded and became silent for a few moment as they walked before side glancing him, "So, you think he`ll come for us tonight?"
Jason ran a hand threw his black hair, "Damnit! Not this again."
James`s eyes became wide with awe, "I`m serious! The Bat takes out everyone. Even small time thief's like us."
Jason rolled his eyes, and rolled his shoulders as they passed a dark ally, "The Bat has too many enemy's to worry about, were fine, plus I know how to defend myself."
James started to laugh hysterically and wiped the fake tears off his face with the back of his dirty hand. "Dude, you're like ten and you have no clue how to defend yourself."
"I know plenty, and I`m not ten! I can say this though, if I go down, I`ll take as many as I can with me." Jason spat, he wasn't scared of Batman! Why should he? He had heard countless stories and myths about the giant bat roaming the streets of Gotham, his Dad had gone to jail a few times because of Batman, but he had never seen him with his own eyes, so he wouldn't feel scared about something that he didn't know. He wasn't a baby.
They walked into the restaurant and sat in a booth in the corner of the diner. Jason played with the Spork while James ordered the food. When his friend sat down he was back on the same old topic as usual, Batman.
"So, what do you think he`s doing tonight? If not pummeling us then who?" James asked raising an eye brow. Jason shrugged more focused on flicking tiny pieces of napkin off the table. "He`s probably got one of those freaks he deals with."
"Probably, but-,"
Jason sighed glaring at his friend, "James, I`m gonna kill you if you say one more word about the god damn Batman."
James rolled his eyes and looked out the foggy window, "He just gives me the creeps, that's all."
"Whatever." Jason said carelessly as the waiter set the food down. He was thankful that the warm food kept James from talking most of the time, but he couldn't help wonder. Batman. Who was he? What was he? Human? Freak? It didn't really matter though he had never met Batman and probably never will.
A/N: Okay, sorry this was a little dull but the next chapter will be better. Oh and another thing, there will be young justice in this! and another thing this is a different time line, the whole five years skip in the second season is bull. So this is all different.